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Post by exile on Jul 10, 2009 13:38:58 GMT -5
Hadrian nodded impassively. Turning to regard the stricken and dead, he tugged at the billowing edges of his robe and thoughtfully chewed upon his lip. "Very well, Beris. We shall make for Conclave Fidelis." The madman offered no farewell or parting words however; he simply walked away as though his attention had drifted on to other things.
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Post by Stix on Jul 14, 2009 8:07:50 GMT -5
((OOC: From Gl'Fnak's initial surveyance of the outside of the building, were there any stables or tethered animals?)) (There are several hitching posts in front, a small stable behind the building, and plenty of tracks, but nothing gives the appearance that anyone from this entourage brought an animal with them.) The lawmen return to the building, speaking prayers and laying hands among the wounded. By the time they're through, everyone is able to walk alongside their guard detail. Several of the soldiers lend their aid to digging a mass grave behind the stable. (The next chapter will start soon; feel free to ramble on here for a bit if anyone feels like it.) |
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Post by john on Jul 14, 2009 12:28:44 GMT -5
John just nods his head, watching over the Deva almost jealously, waiting to hear the word that it is time to go to the conclave Fidelis.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 14, 2009 13:08:54 GMT -5
Seeing the lawmen healing the survivors up enough to walk and not need to be carried or dragged, Gl'Fnak bends his back to the grave digging behind the stable.
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